Lugging the suitcase missing front wheels Tugging the back ones not to go Hugging my insides Waiting like a kid with a grazed knee for the gingerbread man To give the magical saccharine treat To make the throb go away Only the wind sits with me In the cold Preparing for the ferriswheel ride I associate with sobs My pillow knows so well Breathing a forgotten luxury once sealed the gate of composure bursts like confetti on a carnival's first day an SOS to render it obsolete